Frank J. Tassone

Tag: dVerse

  • The Use of Freedom

      A Bald Eagle circles high above the fjord. Sunlight shines intermitently between gathering clouds. Far below, an osprey snatches an unwary fish from the rushing waters of the fjord. It brings its quarry to the shore. The eagle dives toward it in breath-catching speed. A short struggle ends with the osprey in flight–without the…

  • Praesentia via Negativa: A #TankaProse

    Photo by Aron Visuals on Unsplash     Declining sun evening robin songs as leaves flutter what merit our anguish when our stake remains lost?   Not in the consuming lava that leaves hundreds homeless in its unpitying wake. Not in the tremors and aftershocks that follow the earthquake. Not in the bluster of egos that seek proof…

  • A Bruges Walk

    y Graham Richter [CC BY 3.0], from Wikimedia Commons   My footsteps across the cobblestones of Bruges’ Markt. The Belfry’s invitation. A deep breath overlooking a city out of Sleeping Beauty.   Wish I could share it with someone.   Spring noon Cathedral bells rigning right on time   © Hans Hillewaert /      for…

  • First Sleepover: a #ThrowdownThursday .@ImageCurve #haibun

    Frankie hugs us tightly. As he lets go, his eyes hold back a hint of tears, the ones that betray the hesitancy we all share. “Ok. Goodbye,” he says. He and his friend Stephan get in a silver SUV. Nora, the boy’s mother, finishes adjusting bags in the bay. As the SUV pulls away, I…

  • Deliverance In The Dark: an .@ImageCurve #haibun

      Cotton sheets cling to my skin like a burial shroud. Memories of Mom arise. Her pain-soaked blue eyes, looking out from a frustration-worn face, pulsing oxygen through nasal tubes insufficient for her to rise from bed. Speculations emerge. Students laugh away the opportunities I offer. Networks with whom I negotiate ignore my recommendations. A…

  • Sudden Downpour: A #writephoto #quadrille #haibun

      The rain fell unexpectedly. The tumultuous gray had so quickly gathered that we had no time to turn back. A welcoming row of entwining trees offered us a welcome shelter. We rested our bikes and waited.   emerging sun the flanders country ride soon resumes     for dVerse Poets’ Quadrille #57 – Don’t…

  • Arboreal Awakening: A #ThrowbackThursday (5/17/18) .@ImageCurve #haibun

    BY FRANK J. TASSONE · 22ND FEBRUARY 2018 The far maple, where I once hung Frankie’s tire swing, blooms. The maple beside our deck, the one with moss growing up its split trunk, arises from its winter slumber, too. We will enjoy another warm season with these old friends. tiniest blossoms bowing its lowest branches…

  • Essential

    ALFRED PASIEKA/SCIENCE PHOTO LIBRARY/GETTY IMAGES   “In the beginning was the word…”   Logos. The essence of consciousness, the embodied will of creative Love, from which the universe began with a Big Bang. An utterance of voice so tender and loving that potential gave birth to actual. A voice so awesomely heartbreaking, and heard now…